819: Chapter 819 Astonishing Changes 819: Chapter 819 Astonishing Changes “What is this?” All the constables were afraid, looking at Old Jia as if they were looking at a monster, none daring to approach.
Tie Butou’s face darkened as he said sternly, “No matter who you are, today I will capture you.”
Hearing this, Old Jia was unimpressed, “Co on then, whoever goes first dies first.”
“Not afraid of you!” Tie Butou took the lead, striding toward Old Jia with great determination, tensing the iron chain in his hand as he moved, while the other constables watched nervously from the side.
Old Jia snorted coldly, then charged at Tie Butou.
As soon as they t, they exchanged punches.
The clash was head-on, but Old Jia was stronger.
Tie Butou staggered back three steps, his fist aching terribly.
He wondered how Old Jia, a re night watchman, had beco so powerful, and whether he had recently learned so sinister martial arts.
Old Jia continued to attack, punching and kicking without any specific technique, yet with great strength.
“What’s this?” Tie Butou easily dodged, contempt in his heart, thinking it was just brute strength.
Spotting an opening in Old Jia’s defense, Tie Butou landed a heavy punch on Old Jia’s head, causing him to falter.
Then with a swift kick, Tie Butou sent Old Jia flying into a wall.
Old Jia lay there on the ground, not getting up, seemingly having lost his fighting power.
The other constables imdiately checked the person previously held hostage by Old Jia, only to find the victim had no breath left, with two punctured fang marks on the neck that were shocking to all.
It reminded them of Old Jia’s cold smile revealing sharp fangs.
“It seems it truly was Old Jia,” Tie Butou had just finished speaking when they heard an unconcerned voice, “That’s right, it was all , and soon you will all be like him.”
In the terrified gazes of everyone, Old Jia stood up again as if nothing had happened and even patted the dust off his body.
“Looks like you’re quite tough,” Tie Butou’s expression beca serious, and he tightened the iron chain again, trying to use the shackles on Old Jia’s ankles to pull him off balance, making it easier for the crowd to capture him.
However, Old Jia suddenly dashed forward, his speed not inferior to that of a martial arts master, directly confronting Tie Butou and with one punch sent him flying.
“My God, so fast, so strong,” Tie Butou, having taken a hit, felt even more keenly the strength of his opponent.
Seeing Tie Butou unable to withstand a single hit, the other constables were frightened, their legs going weak, unable to even run.
Yet one constable rashly mustered the courage to lunge at Old Jia with a knife, but to Old Jia, the knife posed no threat at all.
“I said, the first to co at dies first,” Old Jia bellowed, and in the blink of an eye, made his move.
He grabbed the constable’s knife-wielding arm and the other’s neck, effortlessly stopping him in his tracks.
Old Jia looked at the panicked constable in his hands as if he were prey, feeling triumphant.
He opened his fanged mouth and his eyes beca fierce, turning completely black as if he were a demon.
Old Jia then bit down on the constable’s neck, savagely tearing at him like a beast, while the constable let out a wail, which quickly silenced as the knife in his hand dropped to the ground.
“Stop!” Tie Butou still had so fight in him; he grabbed the iron chain and desperately pulled back, causing Old Jia to stumble and nearly unable to stand.
“You’re courting death!” Old Jia threw the corpse of the constable he had bitten to death to the side and then lunged at Tie Butou.
Tie Butou composed himself, gauged the opponent’s montum, and dodged several swipes and ferocious lunges.
Then he drew his sword and fiercely slashed, opening a deep wound on his attacker.
Old Jia stumbled back from the injury, blood flowing from the wound, but he didn’t show any sign of panic.
On the contrary, he seed invigorated.
Sothing unbelievable happened—Old Jia’s wound healed completely, leaving not even a scar, as if he had never been injured.
Tie Butou almost couldn’t believe his eyes.
Old Jia was quite pleased with the terrified and disbelieving expressions surrounding him.
Then he said, “Don’t worry, tonight is fair; I won’t let anyone off.” After these words, Old Jia darted toward another constable like lightning, grabbed him, and bit down on his neck, beginning to devour.
The constables didn’t dare attempt a rescue; they were completely dominated by fear, scrambling to flee.
To them, their adversary was beyond comprehension, not human at all.
Tie Butou also didn’t know what kind of dangerous creature he was facing, but a sense of duty still compelled him to charge at Old Jia.
He didn’t believe that Old Jia would let them go easily, so he went straight for the attack.
Old Jia caught Tie Butou’s blade and, right in front of Tie Butou, bent it with his hands to show his terrifying strength.
Tie Butou was a skilled fighter.
He imdiately dropped the sword and resorted to his fists, pounding with precise and powerful punches, ending with a flying kick that hit its mark.
Old Jia couldn’t block the blows, getting hit several tis and forced back three steps, but he still stood as if nothing had happened.
After loosening up his muscles, Old Jia appeared unconcerned; now it was his turn to attack.
With no particular technique, but with each punch heavy and powerful, and every kick capable of moving mountains.
Tie Butou blocked a hit with his arm and it hurt like hell; blocking a second strike, his arm bone cracked.
By the third, he couldn’t defend himself and took a brutal punch to the chest.
Tie Butou was wounded and sent flying back, blood spewing out of his mouth.
He could never have imagined that an ordinary-looking night watchman could be so formidable.
“Overestimating your own ability, thinking that just because you learned a bit of martial arts, you can play the hero,” Old Jia said as he walked toward the fallen Tie Butou, his eyes, filled with darkness, brimming with the pleasure of controlling life and death.
Old Jia didn’t rush to kill Tie Butou; instead, he quickly caught all the constables who had fled earlier and brought them all back.
“I told you I’m a fair man.
None of you will leave tonight.
Bla yourselves for poking your noses where they don’t belong,” Old Jia said as he threw the constables together, licking his lips with an evil aura that struck fear into others.
Tie Butou made his final stand, concentrating all his power into a punch that landed on Old Jia, making him spit out blood as well.
However, Old Jia wiped the blood from his mouth nonchalantly and threw a punch at Tie Butou’s head, knocking him to the ground.
He added, “Don’t overestimate your worth.
Your so-called martial arts are nothing in my eyes, which is no wonder you left the world, because you are just a loser.”
Old Jia was furious, but helpless, and began to feel desperation, when suddenly he saw…
Just as Old Jia was basking in his arrogance, he heard a faint voice from behind: “If he’s no match, what about ?”
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